Post by Felix on Jul 6, 2007 22:11:49 GMT 1
(Admin: I have asked permission to do this from principal MacMillan. It is a mere swap of characters. Thank you.)
Name- Felix Daily
Nationality- American
Age- 18
Weight- 210 pounds
Height- 6'2
Appearance/Body- Felix kept his body in great shape and form. It was all thanks to his year or two with the street gang he grew to call his family. They had helped him become muscular in the arms and has greater upper body strength.
Cosmetic- Felix likes to wear jeans on top of thick and hard soled tennis shoes, preferring to hear the thud every time he walks. His shirts are all single colored and in various colors, and fit him well. That is to say, not overly tight, but not baggy either. He wears a single, small chained necklace around his neck, with small symbol of friendship on it.
Eye color- His eyes are the lightest tint of blue possible.
Hair- Its somewhat long, reaching past his ears, and he keeps it his natural born color, brown. Some stray strands fall over his eyes, but it doesn't limit his ability to see.
Habits- Felix does not have many habits, good or bad. He tends to look for bad situations more often then not, and until recent developments occurred, he used to smoke.
Personality- Felix is more rash than some. Choosing to think out only a small portion of his plans, and then to 'wing it' the rest of the way. He doesn't like seeing good people get hurt, and will easily step in and do something about it. He's not afraid to throw himself around a bit, as long as he hurts those he aimed for.
Hobbies- Training is big for Felix, although he has no formal training in any way. He also likes to get out and move, always on the go.
Extracurricular- So far Felix has little time for extracurricular activities and will pick something up along the way.
History- Felix's history is that of a shambled mess. He started growing at a reasonably young age and went through most of his schooling without a hitch. He loved being in his household and loved being around his parents.
His parents being the overly obsessed grade types, Felix had brought home a single bad report card one year, his freshman year. His parents immediately rounded on him and nearly threw him out of his house, had he not left it voluntarily and without them knowing.
So with no place to go, no way to survive Felix did what anyone would do. He wanted to join one of the local gangs, seeing as he had no family to turn to. So he set forth and in a small amount of time, was working his reputation on the streets. He was barely six foot and didn't quite put on the weight he had accumulated in present day, so fighting was difficult.
Seeing as no one on the streets had any formal training, they used weapons that would do the most damage, pipes, chains, some even had knives. Felix soon found himself wondering why he hadn't left his parents sooner than this.
Forwarding three short months, Felix had much pull within his gang, he was well liked and had a few small time followers that he himself called his small family. He had four separate people that followed him regardless of what the gang did or said, one being a very shy girl who didn't look as if she chose to be here at all. None the less, it was this girl that gave Felix his necklace, and he's worn it ever since. He looked out for them, being the small under dogs on the whole.
His world was turned upside down, however, when Felix had planned a small raid on a local corner shop, run by a local man who lived just above it. It was in the more run down parts of the city, and had been an easy target. His plan consisted of getting in and stealing food and water for them to survive a bit longer on the streets, but nothing more.
So when they actually got in and the lights flashed on, Felix knew it was a bum run, and they had all gotten caught. Felix, being the oldest, knew the punishment laid on him and tried to bargain with the police. To let the four smaller teens go free while they laid all the blame on him. For some unknown reason, the police complied, but before handing out any jail time, they sent Felix to Varron academy. He was instructed not to contact his gang in any way.
At Varron academy, he instantly found himself liking the place. Fighting was around every corner, and he stood up to most small timers with ease. He soon forgot his gang, but kept wearing his necklace. It served of his last remaining memories of who he was.
Felix grew to his full potential in Varron, and met Raven. It was a short lived romance, seeing how they were both targeted by Donar Kvist. Felix joined the Knights, under Junpei, to combat this, but it did no good. Felix then decided to leave Varron, so that Kvist couldn't recruit him in his game. Damn the consequences of his actions, he left, giving a false reason to Raven, saying goodbye to the few friends he made.
Another year older, Felix wanted to return to Varron, surely everything had calmed down. He walked to Varron, only to find it barred and boarded up. He tracked down the last remaining students to Hircine high, and enrolled as a Varron transfer. His parents had died just before his choice to rejoin the school, and had inherited the last of his families short sum of money.
(History picks up a little bit of why Felix left.)
Fighting Style- Living with a street gang for a year taught him that surprise was the best way to go. Felix fights when your back is turned, and in a grapple like style. Get in close and bring 'em down hard. His height gives him the advantage to do this somewhat successfully.
Strengths- He learned to survive on his own rather quickly, and can think on his feet quite well. When fighting, he uses his rage and anger to come forth, his adrenaline taking some pain out of the hits he takes, and turns it back onto his attackers. He doesn't like to give up, and will fight as long as he can.
Weaknesses- With no formal style of fighting, he can be at a loss in some fights. Minor punks he can handle with ease, but placed up against some of the more trained students, he was always struggling to keep up.
Name- Felix Daily
Nationality- American
Age- 18
Weight- 210 pounds
Height- 6'2
Appearance/Body- Felix kept his body in great shape and form. It was all thanks to his year or two with the street gang he grew to call his family. They had helped him become muscular in the arms and has greater upper body strength.
Cosmetic- Felix likes to wear jeans on top of thick and hard soled tennis shoes, preferring to hear the thud every time he walks. His shirts are all single colored and in various colors, and fit him well. That is to say, not overly tight, but not baggy either. He wears a single, small chained necklace around his neck, with small symbol of friendship on it.
Eye color- His eyes are the lightest tint of blue possible.
Hair- Its somewhat long, reaching past his ears, and he keeps it his natural born color, brown. Some stray strands fall over his eyes, but it doesn't limit his ability to see.
Habits- Felix does not have many habits, good or bad. He tends to look for bad situations more often then not, and until recent developments occurred, he used to smoke.
Personality- Felix is more rash than some. Choosing to think out only a small portion of his plans, and then to 'wing it' the rest of the way. He doesn't like seeing good people get hurt, and will easily step in and do something about it. He's not afraid to throw himself around a bit, as long as he hurts those he aimed for.
Hobbies- Training is big for Felix, although he has no formal training in any way. He also likes to get out and move, always on the go.
Extracurricular- So far Felix has little time for extracurricular activities and will pick something up along the way.
History- Felix's history is that of a shambled mess. He started growing at a reasonably young age and went through most of his schooling without a hitch. He loved being in his household and loved being around his parents.
His parents being the overly obsessed grade types, Felix had brought home a single bad report card one year, his freshman year. His parents immediately rounded on him and nearly threw him out of his house, had he not left it voluntarily and without them knowing.
So with no place to go, no way to survive Felix did what anyone would do. He wanted to join one of the local gangs, seeing as he had no family to turn to. So he set forth and in a small amount of time, was working his reputation on the streets. He was barely six foot and didn't quite put on the weight he had accumulated in present day, so fighting was difficult.
Seeing as no one on the streets had any formal training, they used weapons that would do the most damage, pipes, chains, some even had knives. Felix soon found himself wondering why he hadn't left his parents sooner than this.
Forwarding three short months, Felix had much pull within his gang, he was well liked and had a few small time followers that he himself called his small family. He had four separate people that followed him regardless of what the gang did or said, one being a very shy girl who didn't look as if she chose to be here at all. None the less, it was this girl that gave Felix his necklace, and he's worn it ever since. He looked out for them, being the small under dogs on the whole.
His world was turned upside down, however, when Felix had planned a small raid on a local corner shop, run by a local man who lived just above it. It was in the more run down parts of the city, and had been an easy target. His plan consisted of getting in and stealing food and water for them to survive a bit longer on the streets, but nothing more.
So when they actually got in and the lights flashed on, Felix knew it was a bum run, and they had all gotten caught. Felix, being the oldest, knew the punishment laid on him and tried to bargain with the police. To let the four smaller teens go free while they laid all the blame on him. For some unknown reason, the police complied, but before handing out any jail time, they sent Felix to Varron academy. He was instructed not to contact his gang in any way.
At Varron academy, he instantly found himself liking the place. Fighting was around every corner, and he stood up to most small timers with ease. He soon forgot his gang, but kept wearing his necklace. It served of his last remaining memories of who he was.
Felix grew to his full potential in Varron, and met Raven. It was a short lived romance, seeing how they were both targeted by Donar Kvist. Felix joined the Knights, under Junpei, to combat this, but it did no good. Felix then decided to leave Varron, so that Kvist couldn't recruit him in his game. Damn the consequences of his actions, he left, giving a false reason to Raven, saying goodbye to the few friends he made.
Another year older, Felix wanted to return to Varron, surely everything had calmed down. He walked to Varron, only to find it barred and boarded up. He tracked down the last remaining students to Hircine high, and enrolled as a Varron transfer. His parents had died just before his choice to rejoin the school, and had inherited the last of his families short sum of money.
(History picks up a little bit of why Felix left.)
Fighting Style- Living with a street gang for a year taught him that surprise was the best way to go. Felix fights when your back is turned, and in a grapple like style. Get in close and bring 'em down hard. His height gives him the advantage to do this somewhat successfully.
Strengths- He learned to survive on his own rather quickly, and can think on his feet quite well. When fighting, he uses his rage and anger to come forth, his adrenaline taking some pain out of the hits he takes, and turns it back onto his attackers. He doesn't like to give up, and will fight as long as he can.
Weaknesses- With no formal style of fighting, he can be at a loss in some fights. Minor punks he can handle with ease, but placed up against some of the more trained students, he was always struggling to keep up.
